o’ how i long for what i’ve never had
to feel the warmth of arms that have never clasped
to be held in the embrace of someone i’ve never met
to know the comfort of a love that i’ve never had.
o’ how i pine for what i can’t define
for a home that’s never been mine
for a love that’s always been a dream
for the embrace that has never been
YOU ARE READING
the still waters
Poetryi stared into the abyss of blue‚ ripples distorting the image of a stranger. ﹛ a potpourri of words ﹜
